some might say we're armed and dangerous // o, sunhaven

[JA´SUNNA]

Ja'sunna's vermillion eyes widen slightly at the youngster wandering over, a little taken-aback that someone would actually ask more about it. She'd expected it to be breezed over - clearly not, and something warm settles in the scarred tigress' chest. She dips her head, messy bob shifting on top of her head, before responding with a soft smile. It's subtle, barely more than a quirk of her lips, but it's there nevertheless.

"Yeah, I got some. There's this pocketknife I recently acquired called a balisong or a butterfly knife - or we can get you a regular switchblade. Depends on how small or big we're talking," she responds easily. She figures maybe they'll be around for a while, so Ja'sunna quickly lies down on her stomach, paws tucked underneath her chest comfortably. Is it informal? Quite. Does she care? Absolutely not. "It's in my shop though. You can visit me in Sunhaven if you want, or if you can't, I can probably just drop by and hand it over. Free of charge. Consider it a free trial."

She wonders if any of her clanmates even imagined she would act the way she is now. She spares them a lingering glance over her shoulder but decides she wouldn't really care about what they think, or if they're surprised that she's talking to the child and responding so... so openly and freely when she'd been so short of words before. Let them think what they want to think.